Aphrodite spilt
Glitter onto the swirling snow -
Iridescent.
somehow the wind stole my voice.

it's quiet. Shhh,
i can almost hear the decadent echoes of my reticence that
Bounce, flutter, thud, fly, against
the walls binding the cavity
of my obsession.
Whisper.

the heavy curtains sway like a geisha,
its dark oriental patterns, its languid
movements - reeling -
i am transfixed.

Violet velvet, the slight warm fuzz under my
cold palms - the bitterness of black coffee. Scorched tongues.
my fingertip grazed your name embedded in
Soft leather, like a lover's Braille.
the wind stole my sight.

Hold me
?


- purl -